The foe was vanquished, his wilted frame

Now victim to the toilet drain

I’d made my warning loud and clear

Beware all those who trespass here

A victor’s crown adorns my head

That rests again on midnight’s bed

Heavy eyes now chance to close

When comes a tickle up my nose

Impossible,thought I with dread

The villain risen from the dead

Though now my arms begin to itch

Is this arachnid or witch?

Fingers tick and elbows bend

It has returned and brought its friends

I hesitate to shake them off

Lest they return all the more wroth

Frozen and unblinking stay

Have faith that they will go away

Now creeping, crawling up my skin

I dare not fight, I cannot win

I shall succumb to forces great

Those hairy eyes and legs of eight

From scalp to toe they make their way

I count this as my dying day

But wait- a light from out the window

Casts its ray on my pillow

And as I view myself afresh

There are no creatures on my flesh

Embarrassed now, my face turns red

The itching was inside my head

Not one beastly spinner creeps

A poor excuse for losing sleep